Page 46 of F*cking Shattered

He motions towards the bathroom with his head. “Why don’t you come join me and let me clean that dirty mind of yours?”

“I like it dirty.”

He grins. “Oh, it won’t stay clean long because I plan on dirtying it right back up as I fuck you from behind in that shower.”

My heart leaps to my throat as I quickly stand and rush to the bathroom for all the dirty things promised.

* * *

We spent entirely way too much time in the room, but it wasn’t a waste. I enjoyed every, last, dirty minute of it. By the time we get back on the road, it’s nearing two P.M, River insists on driving, saying my driving makes him nauseous. I don’t argue because I have more fun watching him than the road.

We just get into Louisiana when I pull out my list and cross off the last thing I accomplished.

“If Katie were here, she probably wouldn’t believe that I have done all this stuff.”

River looks at me quickly before turning his attention back to the road. “If she was still here, would you be doing that list?”

“Probably not. I had decided right after she wrote down ‘kiss a stranger,’ that this list wouldn’t get done.”

“I’m glad you decided to go through with that one. The striptease though…”

I take a sudden breath as I turn to look at him. “What? I thought you liked it?”

He nods once. “I did like it. But there was nothing on there that said it had to be public. I bet I would’ve liked it just as much, if not better, if it was just the two of us.”

“Well, someone once told me that if I was going to do this list, I needed to do it right,” I taunt him with his own words.

He rolls his eyes. “I’m not always right, you know.”

“Whoa, slow down a minute! Can I get a video of you admitting that?”

He laughs out loud before pulling me over to him for a quick kiss. “Not on your life.”

Our conversation flows easy as we speed down the highway with nothing to hold us back. All the stress from the day before is long gone and forgotten about. I’m not trying to hold myself back anymore. When I took this challenge, it was to free myself and everything that came along with it. River and the things I feel for him are one of those things. I may end up with a broken heart, but I know now that it is most definitely worth it.

* * *

We take our time getting to Florida. The journey is half the fun. We stay up making love as long as we can, and then we sleep late, not getting up until we have had at least an hour of cuddling, kissing, and touching.

I managed to find us a small, one bedroom apartment to rent for the summer, and it’s on its own private beach. I had to do some convincing with the building manager, but I managed to get us in, and I even have a plan to get River back for the walk of shame I had to do at the tent.

We pull into the parking lot around two P.M. I step out and look up. The apartments almost look like a row of houses. They are all connected, but each is set up as its own place, having its own front door, back door, and roof. I retrieve the key and pay the bill for the summer, before showing River in.

The hardwood floors shine beneath our feet as we walk through. The living room is decent, home to only a small, blue couch, a little TV, and a couple of end tables with matching lamps. I move further, reaching the kitchen and breakfast nook. There is a sliding glass door that leads directly to the beach. Time to put my plan into action.

I spin around to face River. “Are you excited?”

He smiles as he closes the distance between us. His lips quickly smack against mine. “Let’s celebrate.” He starts pulling me in the direction that leads to the bathroom and bedroom.

I hold up my finger. “Okay, but first, there is one thing I didn’t tell you about this place because I wanted to surprise you.”

“What is it?” His blue eyes are gleaming.

“The beach we’re on…”

“Mm-hmm,” he says against the soft skin of my neck.

“It’s a private nude beach.”

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